“What is it, my child?” asked De Witt.
“They say that they are gone to the Town-hall to fetch the order for Tilly’s horse to withdraw.”
“You do not say so!” replied John. “Indeed, my dear child, if the dragoons are off, we shall be in a very sad plight.”
“I have some advice to give you,” Rosa said, trembling even more violently than before.
“Well, let us hear what you have to say, my child. Why should not God speak by your mouth?”
“Now, then, Mynheer John, if I were in your place, I should not go out through the main street.”
“And why so, as the dragoons of Tilly are still at their post?”
“Yes, but their order, as long as it is not revoked, enjoins them to stop before the prison.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“Have you got an order for them to accompany you out of the town?”